Falling for a Lie, My Stepbrother’s Hidden Revenge. novel Chapter 13

Drake seemed to suddenly remember his girlfriend was still there. Like waking from a trance, he dropped his hand from Sienna's waist and stepped back.

His friends, following his gaze to Sylvia, scrambled to smooth things over.

"Let's keep playing. Sienna, skip the drinks if your stomach's bad—just do truth or dare instead."

"Yeah, truth or dare's perfect!"

Drake composed himself and returned to the sofa.

He expected Sylvia to be jealous, to show some sign of hurt.

But she said nothing.

Her indifference unsettled him more than any reaction could have. Something about her felt different tonight.

The silence stretched between them.

Drake was considering an explanation when another round of cheers erupted from the group.

"Sienna lost again! Truth or dare?"

His attention snapped back to Sienna.

"Dare," she said, throwing Drake a loaded glance over her shoulder.

"Alright, pick from the dare cards." Someone produced a stack of cards.

Sienna drew one casually. The reader's eyes went wide, darting between Sienna, Drake, and Sylvia.

A girl peeked at the card and gasped.

"What is it?"

"What'd she get?"

"Kiss any guy in the room of your choice," the reader announced, shooting Drake a nervous glance.

The temperature in the room seemed to drop ten degrees as Drake's expression turned glacial.

Sienna, apparently oblivious to the tension, stood up with a playful smile and approached a handsome man nearby.

"Chase, mind if I kiss you?"

Chase glanced at Drake's murderous expression, frozen in place.

When he didn't respond, Sienna leaned in, arms sliding around his neck.

"Enough!"

Drake's shout cut through the room. He stormed over, grabbed Sienna's hand, and pulled her out the door.

The remaining guests exchanged looks before turning sympathetic eyes to Sylvia.

She took a sip of her drink, smiling easily. "Why are you all looking at me?"

They quickly looked away, pretending to be absorbed in their drinks and conversations.

Sylvia nursed her drink, feeling her heart grow colder.

In her experience, Drake rarely showed strong emotions about anything.

This was the first time she'd seen him lose control like this.

When her glass was empty, she headed to the restroom.

Through the door, she heard women talking by the sinks.

"Drake's lost it—leaving his girlfriend here to run off with Sienna."

"Shows who he really cares about, doesn't it?"

"Did you see his face when Sienna was about to kiss Chase? Terrifying."

"Poor girlfriend, watching her man lose it over another woman."

"She's just a replacement anyway."

"They'll break up soon, obviously. Everyone can see Drake's in love with Sienna."

"Yeah, I—" The voice cut off abruptly as Sylvia emerged from the stall. The women hurried out, avoiding eye contact.

Drake tried to hide his relief.

He'd dreaded her asking him to meet her parents.

After three years, normal couples would be discussing marriage.

But he wasn't normal. He was Drake Ashcroft, sole heir to Ashcroft Capital.

Their social divide was an unbridgeable gap.

Drake knew they had no future.

Meeting parents would be pointless.

He was grateful Sylvia understood this, never pushing for more.

His friend's words echoed: "Keep both. If you feel guilty, just buy her nice things. Women are easy to please."

Maybe he could marry Sienna, keep Sylvia as his mistress.

A woman like Sylvia would never find another man of his status.

She loved him too much to leave.

He'd talk to her after she returned.

"Text me when you land," Drake said. "Let me know when you're back in New York—I'll pick you up."

Sylvia murmured a soft "okay."

I won't be back, she thought.

Drake's phone rang.

After a brief call, he turned to her: "I need to go. About last night—I shouldn't have left you there. I got you something. My assistant will drop it off."

Sylvia gave a noncommittal response.

As soon as Drake left, Sylvia's phone lit up with a message from Asher.